Posted by Tabitha
What an exciting day it is! Yvette and I are ready to officially launch Sweetfully Ever After to our friends and family.
Last night I traveled north to Yvette's house where we finalized some details for this blog and divided up the measurements to make 25 Pumpkin Rolls that we have on order for Thanksgiving. These orders have come in from our close friends and family.
It's all happening so fast and we are so grateful, but most importantly we are having fun. Cheers to that!
Today was spent making 10 of the Pumpkin Rolls we have on order and wondering "what if" a lot.
What if:
-this blog is like my 9th or 10th birthday and nobody shows up?
-someone actually thinks I think I'm a writer and leaves me a rude comment about poor grammar or spelling. I can delete those comments right?
-we have SO many orders that we have to rent out a kitchen? Good problem right?
-someone takes offense to something we blog about.
-I acquire a stalker by having a blog.
-we actually have readers and someone thinks I'm "so awesome" and they want to set me up with their hilariously funny, charming and ruggedly handsome friend/brother/co-worker/cousin/dad. Ew? Dad. No.
-my friends start telling me, "you can't blog about this!" and its something awe-inspiring, but I know I have to respect it their feelings.
-we end up on Oprah! Oh, wait-it's Oprah's last season.
-we end up on Ellen!
-martians land on earth
And there it stopped.
Whenever I start playing the "what if" game with myself I ask myself that, "and what if martians land on earth" because I realize that thought process is just as silly as the rest. I don't know what will happen, so for the most part I just need put forth worthy effort, smile and accept what comes, right? Hmm, or I could go to a Psychic.
Nah, let's go the old-fashioned way and leave it up to destiny.
Whatever will be will be and I embrace this experience for all that it may bring.
Sweetfully yours,
Tabitha
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Dedicated to Non-Complaining Parents
posted by Tabitha
Quick intro to this blog:
Pumpkin Roll season is in FULL swing and the orders are coming in daily. I have managed my time and can now successfully bake 5 Pumpkin Rolls in 2 hours, which is what my evenings have consisted of this week.
And here we go…
I woke up feeeling unusually tired on Thursday morning and realized it was due to the fact that I had neglected the gym all week. Wow, who would have even thought that statement would exist in my world? I mean, I went through 30 years of my life without the gym and was always tired. I just didn’t know why, I guess.
I got through the day with the usual hustle and bustle at work and managed a quick lunch stop at Smart & Final for more Pumpkin Roll supplies, and a quick bite at Subway. Even though the gym has been non-existent I still try to eat sensibly. By the way, wouldn’t you all agree Subway would get more business if they actually had a drive-thru? Anyways, I had 5 more Pumpkin Rolls to bake due to a surprise order that came in the previous day during a chat with a vendor/friend I work with , so lunch became errand time yet again this week.
Ok, so I get home and notice that something is definitely amiss in the house, but I’m not too focused on it because I have rolls to bake! Mind you, Yvette was set to come over at 6:30pm to package the baked Pumping Rolls and I still had to deliver them since they were all needed Friday. For this reason, I didn’t over-analyze the fact that all the lights were on in the house, the front gate that is always closed is wide open, Oscar, one of the dogs is missing (I figured he was with Dawna-his owner), and my dog, Mia, is whining like somebody took her favorite toy away. Instead I went about my baking business until I realized I needed to more pumpkin. I open the front door and there stood my two roommates with Oscar, the dog. Ummmm, why does Oscar have a cone around his head and bandage on his ear??
BAD-Mia and Oscar got into a territorial fight over a dead squirrel
WORSE-Oscars little ear was torn bad enough by Mia that he needed stitches
ME-Gulp. I feel terrible and helpless.
Instantly my plans change and I unconsciously realize I need to be present for this moment. As a dog owner since 21, I know all too well about the scare of your beloved pet being hurt and the grotesque vet bill. I went back inside the house and chatted with the roommates for a few minutes and got the basics of the story. Not good.
By this time it is 6:15pm and I realize Yvette will be over in less than 15 minutes so I need to run. Carlos (one of my roommates) is trying to tell me about some great news as I jet out the door and he literally has to sum it up in one sentence for me. I think I shouted, “That’s awesome!” as I ran out the door. If I didn’t, “That’s awesome, Carlos!”
I return from the store just as Yvette is arriving with two of her posse members. By posse, I mean children. She has 5, so it works, right? We run in the house and get to work. I’m baking and she’s packaging. For our first shot, the packaging looks great! Kudos Yvette! I’m so proud of us, but don’t really have the time to digest it all since so much is happening at the same time: Yvette’s son is playing catch with Mia, so there’s the constant, “Mia, drop it” going on, I’m occasionally checking on Dawna and Oscar to make sure they're o.k. because Oscar is completely drugged up, while giving the command, “Mia no jumping!” all while Yvette is cutting and doing her craft stuff. She showed up with a bag of craft items, so I can’t really tell you what she was doing. It just looked great, and I get a little lost in that part of this process, but its ok….I bake.
Finally, 8:30PM hits and 5 rolls are packaged for delivery and 5 rolls are ready to be refrigerated and packaged for the next batch of orders. I dash out the door and I am off to delivery location number one-success! Next to delivery location number two-another success! Finally, I get to location number three-the gym. I deliver the final roll to my friend Amy who teaches pole dancing. I had never stepped into a pole class before. Wow…sexy! Mental note-must take class one day.
I’m back home by 9:45pm and still have a heaping mess of cream cheese filling and powdered sugar to clean up. As I’m washing the dishes I realize that I literally had not sat for one moment since being at my desk at 5pm, only had 2 minutes to shove the other half of my Subway Sandwich (love those foot longs!) down my throat and didn’t really get to chat (when I say chat I mean girl talk) with Yvette while she was over. I realize I did the same thing the night before and haven’t had a moment to myself. Wow, no tt (Taby Time)! Then, it hits me- “Whoa, this must be what it feels like to be a parent.”
Epiphany number two hit me in the shower a few minutes later. Yes, the whole "Whoa, this must be what it feels like to be a parent." was epiphany number one. oh, and you’ll hear about more shower epiphanies in future blogs since it’s the common place for such things.
So, I'm in shower and have the same thought I had when I woke up in the morning. I’m tired. I now realize my back hurts, my feet hurt and my eyes burn. I recognize what I’m doing-I’m complaining! Logic hits me hard and fast. I talk myself out of it by reminding myself that I’m doing this extra work because it’s an adventure, it’s new, it’s challenging and I love it. More importantly (please highlight this word) I CHOSE to do this. Therefore, no complaints allowed, lady!
I know I went all over the place in this entry; however I was trying to illustrate a point that I hope some of you got. As the day ended something very powerful occurred to me that I kind of already knew, but now admire even more. I know nothing about having children, but I know this:
Hands down, 100% my hat goes off to every parent I know out there that cares for their children from the tippy tops of their heads to the bottoms of their toes and doesn’t complain. You all must be so tired, but I very very rarely hear it. When I do it is laced with sweetness and “but it’s all worth it” phrases.
For this very reason, from the tippy trippy top of my head to the very bottoms of my toes I now say-You are all my heroes!
Now, pour yourself a glass of wine.
Sweetfully Yours,
Tabitha
Quick intro to this blog:
Pumpkin Roll season is in FULL swing and the orders are coming in daily. I have managed my time and can now successfully bake 5 Pumpkin Rolls in 2 hours, which is what my evenings have consisted of this week.
And here we go…
I woke up feeeling unusually tired on Thursday morning and realized it was due to the fact that I had neglected the gym all week. Wow, who would have even thought that statement would exist in my world? I mean, I went through 30 years of my life without the gym and was always tired. I just didn’t know why, I guess.
I got through the day with the usual hustle and bustle at work and managed a quick lunch stop at Smart & Final for more Pumpkin Roll supplies, and a quick bite at Subway. Even though the gym has been non-existent I still try to eat sensibly. By the way, wouldn’t you all agree Subway would get more business if they actually had a drive-thru? Anyways, I had 5 more Pumpkin Rolls to bake due to a surprise order that came in the previous day during a chat with a vendor/friend I work with , so lunch became errand time yet again this week.
Ok, so I get home and notice that something is definitely amiss in the house, but I’m not too focused on it because I have rolls to bake! Mind you, Yvette was set to come over at 6:30pm to package the baked Pumping Rolls and I still had to deliver them since they were all needed Friday. For this reason, I didn’t over-analyze the fact that all the lights were on in the house, the front gate that is always closed is wide open, Oscar, one of the dogs is missing (I figured he was with Dawna-his owner), and my dog, Mia, is whining like somebody took her favorite toy away. Instead I went about my baking business until I realized I needed to more pumpkin. I open the front door and there stood my two roommates with Oscar, the dog. Ummmm, why does Oscar have a cone around his head and bandage on his ear??
BAD-Mia and Oscar got into a territorial fight over a dead squirrel
WORSE-Oscars little ear was torn bad enough by Mia that he needed stitches
ME-Gulp. I feel terrible and helpless.
Instantly my plans change and I unconsciously realize I need to be present for this moment. As a dog owner since 21, I know all too well about the scare of your beloved pet being hurt and the grotesque vet bill. I went back inside the house and chatted with the roommates for a few minutes and got the basics of the story. Not good.
By this time it is 6:15pm and I realize Yvette will be over in less than 15 minutes so I need to run. Carlos (one of my roommates) is trying to tell me about some great news as I jet out the door and he literally has to sum it up in one sentence for me. I think I shouted, “That’s awesome!” as I ran out the door. If I didn’t, “That’s awesome, Carlos!”
I return from the store just as Yvette is arriving with two of her posse members. By posse, I mean children. She has 5, so it works, right? We run in the house and get to work. I’m baking and she’s packaging. For our first shot, the packaging looks great! Kudos Yvette! I’m so proud of us, but don’t really have the time to digest it all since so much is happening at the same time: Yvette’s son is playing catch with Mia, so there’s the constant, “Mia, drop it” going on, I’m occasionally checking on Dawna and Oscar to make sure they're o.k. because Oscar is completely drugged up, while giving the command, “Mia no jumping!” all while Yvette is cutting and doing her craft stuff. She showed up with a bag of craft items, so I can’t really tell you what she was doing. It just looked great, and I get a little lost in that part of this process, but its ok….I bake.
Finally, 8:30PM hits and 5 rolls are packaged for delivery and 5 rolls are ready to be refrigerated and packaged for the next batch of orders. I dash out the door and I am off to delivery location number one-success! Next to delivery location number two-another success! Finally, I get to location number three-the gym. I deliver the final roll to my friend Amy who teaches pole dancing. I had never stepped into a pole class before. Wow…sexy! Mental note-must take class one day.
I’m back home by 9:45pm and still have a heaping mess of cream cheese filling and powdered sugar to clean up. As I’m washing the dishes I realize that I literally had not sat for one moment since being at my desk at 5pm, only had 2 minutes to shove the other half of my Subway Sandwich (love those foot longs!) down my throat and didn’t really get to chat (when I say chat I mean girl talk) with Yvette while she was over. I realize I did the same thing the night before and haven’t had a moment to myself. Wow, no tt (Taby Time)! Then, it hits me- “Whoa, this must be what it feels like to be a parent.”
Epiphany number two hit me in the shower a few minutes later. Yes, the whole "Whoa, this must be what it feels like to be a parent." was epiphany number one. oh, and you’ll hear about more shower epiphanies in future blogs since it’s the common place for such things.
So, I'm in shower and have the same thought I had when I woke up in the morning. I’m tired. I now realize my back hurts, my feet hurt and my eyes burn. I recognize what I’m doing-I’m complaining! Logic hits me hard and fast. I talk myself out of it by reminding myself that I’m doing this extra work because it’s an adventure, it’s new, it’s challenging and I love it. More importantly (please highlight this word) I CHOSE to do this. Therefore, no complaints allowed, lady!
I know I went all over the place in this entry; however I was trying to illustrate a point that I hope some of you got. As the day ended something very powerful occurred to me that I kind of already knew, but now admire even more. I know nothing about having children, but I know this:
Hands down, 100% my hat goes off to every parent I know out there that cares for their children from the tippy tops of their heads to the bottoms of their toes and doesn’t complain. You all must be so tired, but I very very rarely hear it. When I do it is laced with sweetness and “but it’s all worth it” phrases.
For this very reason, from the tippy trippy top of my head to the very bottoms of my toes I now say-You are all my heroes!
Now, pour yourself a glass of wine.
Sweetfully Yours,
Tabitha
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
23 vs. 33
posted by Tabitha
I remember somebody telling me, “once you reach 21 the years fly!” If I could find this person again I’m not sure if I’d punch them for the glaring reality of that statement or kiss them for the wisdom.
I feel like I blinked and here I am-33. 33 graced my life a few days ago and I certainly welcomed her with gracious arms. Yay!
One of two things usually happens at this time of year for me. I either get the “birthday blues” or go into a complete frenzy and feel the need to empty the necessary contents of my Cosmic Backpack.
Let’s define here:
Birthday Blues-a pensive state of mind that usually is expressed by mopping around, not knowing what to do for your birthday celebration and by responding with “meh” when someone eagerly says, “someone’s birthday is coming up!” This all stems from being an overachiever and realizing that you didn’t solve America’s economic situation or didn’t watch enough of the Discovery channel throughout the year. Point is, it is somewhat irrational.
Cosmic Backpack- An invisible backpack that one carries around with things such as; anger, frustration, resentment, debt, unresolved arguments, regret, etc. Basically, nasty stuff. It’s a backpack that weighs one down. Depending on how heavy one’s backpack is one might find it difficult to walk through life and do the simplest things.
This year, it was somewhat of a combination; however nothing too dramatic. I got the birthday blues because I realized that I don’t like planning birthday parties for myself anymore. SHOCKING, I know! I’ve planned a birthday celebration for myself since my 21st birthday, so I think I reached my threshold on this one. Hold on though! Let me make two things exceptionally clear here:
1-I fully encourage any and all of my friends to plan a future birthday party for me.
2-I am 100% committed on planning any and all events for my friends and family
1-I fully encourage any and all of my friends to plan a future birthday party for me.
2-I am 100% committed on planning any and all events for my friends and family
My Cosmic Backpack only had one item weighing it down, which I threw out of my backpack before my actual birthday. Go, team!
Yesterday, I found myself laughing to myself as the memories of a 23rd birthday compared to a 33rd birthday ran through my mind.
23
Dinner-Get a group of 15 or more of your friends go to Bucca Di Beppo. The bill is split however many ways and drinks are “cash and carry.”
Cake-Who needs a cake? Cocktails!
Drinks-Everything and anything. The stronger the drink the better!
Dancing-Check out the local hotspot and dance until your feet hurt and its 5am. Yes, you work the next day, but come on….You are 23 only ONCE!
Hangover-What hangover? Whatever tired you might have is gone the moment you meet your next group of friends the next day to celebrate again. They couldn’t make your actual birthday celebration, so play last night all over again times two!
33
Dinner-Dinners are intimate now and consist of only your parental units and perhaps a couple of close friends who happen to free that night. You might even have a few dinners planned throughout the month; however they are all one-on-one and there is no “cash and carry” bill.
Cake-If you are lucky, you get two. One at the actual birthday celebration and another at the birthday party. Both times you imagine, “how many calories is this and long will it take to burn it off?”
Drinks-Wine at your birthday dinner and a signature drink at your party. No plastic cups. Especially not red ones!
Dancing-You dance at home and perhaps create your own video taped rendition of Madonna’s “Vogue” video. You then enthusiastically show this video tape to your younger cousins to assure them you still “got it.”
Hangover-HELP! The walls are coming in on you, the room is spinning and the AC in your meeting feels more like an explosion of heat coming out of the vents. You have a 10am presentation, but get through it with coffee, water and Tylenol. 5pm, your pajamas,the couch and remote control cannot come any faster. Looks like you’ll be missing your workout for the evening and you’ve already planed what the rest of the weeks workout sessions must look like.
It’s all a matter of opinion; however when asked the question, “Which was better? 23 or 33?”
My answer is pretty simple-I’ve never been happier than I am today.
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| This is the HAPPY pose. |
Sweet fully yours,
Tabitha
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Three Natural Talents
posted by Tabitha
I didn’t realize how much I would love baking the Pumpkin Rolls for Yesenia’s wedding, until mid-point of my baking marathon endeavor.
After each roll was baked and wrapped I felt like letting out an Emeril Lagasse, “BAM!”
I think one of my favorite moments in the baking process was when my roommate, Carlos came home and proclaimed, “It smells like Christmas in here!” Clearly, my next favorite moment was being at Yesenia and Zack’s wedding and not only witnessing the magic of their beautiful wedding, but being thanked by strangers for the delicious pumpkin rolls.
Again, flattering.
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| Truly, a beautiful wedding. |
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| I was honored to contribute to Zach and Yesenia's beautiful wedding. |
Here’s something you should know about me-although I do a great job at the sometimes self-promoting, I really am not that kind of woman and kind of loath individuals who are. (Hello, Tyra Banks!) If you know me, then you know I’m pretty humble and I think it’s witty to play up the “I am the Queen of the Universe” role. It’s my shtick, if you will. However, I do believe we ALL have three gifts things that we are naturally talented at.
Here are mine:
1) Baking Pumpkin Rolls
2) To be Determined
3) To be Determined
As you can see, I have some digging to do on those other two natural talents.
Anyhow, since baking Pumpkin Rolls is one of my natural talents (insert humble font here) I was asked to bake some more Pumpkin Rolls for my best friend’s birthday bash. Then, I was asked by my roommate Dawna for four Pumpkin Rolls to take with her to Arizona for Thanksgiving.
Yes, my Pumpkin Rolls travel…
Finally, another friend, Amy, asked for a Pumpkin Roll to enjoy while her mom visited from Seattle. Here’ the surprising part- they all asked in one way or another, “how much can I pay you for them?”
OH! So people can use their natural talents to make money?
Wow, I really need to start working on those other two talents-STAT!
Sweetfully yours~Tabitha
Monday, November 15, 2010
Weekend Blunder
by Yvette
Ah, the beauty of home ownership…
I was looking forward to the upcoming 3-day weekend. I thought we would have time to finish a few small projects around the house. I mean, how long can we keep saying, “It’s coming along” every time someone asks us how the house is? It would be nice to finish at least a room or two as we approach our 1-year mark!
This weekend, we also had a little shindig to attend. Tabitha was going to be celebrating her birthday and declaring it her “Best Year Ever”, all her parties have to have a theme. I love that. In spirit of her celebration, she asked everyone to bring his or her “best dish ever” to share.
I thought I would make little chalkboards for everyone to write the name of their dish on. I bought small square and rectangle wood shapes and painted them with chalkboard paint. I'm never happy first time around, I felt that they needed a little something else, so I added decorative paper corners to them, ah yes that's better! Except I needed them to be able to stand on there own, so I hot glued small pieces of wood on the backs to keep each one propped up. Very cute (if I do say so myself).
Saturday came around and hubby and I went to Lowes to buy paint for the living room. Yay! Finally, we can paint the two bare walls next two the fireplace. We also bought grass seed for the front lawn (I think hubby is a little jealous about how well my grass is doing in the back)
Idea was to buy all supplies today (Saturday), clean and move furniture so that we can tackle the jobs the following day (Sunday). That should leave us with time to get ready for Tabitha’s event that was later in the evening.
Of course, this plan would not be as easy as we thought…
After putting the little monster down for a nap, I walk outside to see hubby and our neighbor covered in mud standing over a giant (it was giant in my eyes anyway) hole in my front lawn exposing a broken pipe. My first thought was “oh no, what did hubby break now???” He was supposed to be planting grass – actually no… grass seeding was for tomorrow, not today.
Turns out, we had a leak underground and a portion of our front yard was rising. Our neighbor had noticed it and was waiting for us to get home to let us know.
They had to shut off the main key to fix the pipe, which left us with no water.
No water, for 7 hours!
I don’t know anything about plumbing, but 7 hours? Really?
So, what this meant was - no showers, no cooking and no washing of the dishes.
I don’t know anything about plumbing, but 7 hours? Really?
So, what this meant was - no showers, no cooking and no washing of the dishes.
It's Saturday night and here I am, with no water, a muddy mess of a front yard and about a dozen mini chalkboards for a party I am supposed to be on my way to!
Uh huh, safe to say I was in a bit of a bad mood. I tried not to show it, since I knew this wasn't anybody’s fault. Did this really have to happen today? The weekend of one of my best girlfriends birthday party?
Uh huh, safe to say I was in a bit of a bad mood. I tried not to show it, since I knew this wasn't anybody’s fault. Did this really have to happen today? The weekend of one of my best girlfriends birthday party?
yup, that was my Saturday night. Home with a dirty little monster, dishes piled high, and my half cooked “best dish”- ah yes - and NO WATER! Did I mention I also have mini chalkboards?
Where are the days where the big challenge of the evening was simply finding something to wear?
Sunday worked out a little better, I was able to paint and hubby was able to clean up the mess in the front. Two-steps back and one-step forward. I suppose that will have to do for now. At this rate, maybe we’ll be able to have a housewarming by 2012, huh?
Sweetfully yours,
Yvette
Monday, November 8, 2010
Happy Birthday Kiddo
Yvette
It was a nice weekend of simple loving celebrations. It was my son’s 11th birthday on Saturday. We didn’t do a big party for my daughter whose birthday was three weeks ago or for my son this year. We figured that buying the kids a house with a yard and more room to run wild would be a present enough for a while.
Somehow, I don’t think that is going to fly for Christmas…
My son did have three friends over for a few hours - and that was in addition to the kids who are normally over on weekends. At one point I think my husband and I counted 10 kids in the house. It took about 45 minutes before the headache started to come on. BOYS!
I finally had to kick them outside and get them off those video games. My daughter and I snuck off to buy flowers to plant in the garden.
Over the weekend, we also had the chance to spend a nice afternoon with my parents and sisters. It’s always so nice to have the whole family get together. I made a Red Velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. It's official; the baking bug has bitten me. It's bound to happen every year; I just never know what time of the season it'll hit me.
I do have to boast a little about how amazing my son is as he is a rare little soul. He was identified as talented in performing arts; he’s quite the little actor. The kid can dance his heart out too!
Of course this crosses over into the real world and there are times, that I don’t know if I want to laugh and hug him or smack him (I don’t spank my children, so I wouldn’t actually smack him).
He’ll often give me a play–by-play in FULL detail of what he just did on his skateboard outside. Of course, when he is telling me the story, he almost flipped 5 feet in mid air and almost landed on a sharp rock that surly would have went through him, had he not rolled over just in time.
His stories are complete with facial expressions and sound effects. I’m also sure to hear it at least twice that day.
When he is sick or gets hurt he gives Oscar worthy performances that as much as I hate to admit, have faked me out. I once ended up with a $1000 x-ray bill, and visits to Urgent Care, of which none were substantiated…
My little guy is also the most loving young man. He is so open minded and worldly. We’ve gone to the Theater on many occasions and the Ballet on one. He loves skateboarding and Tech decks. If you were to ask him where he would like to go for dinner, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he chose Sushi or oysters. He wears skinny jeans and a RAMONES band around his wrist.
When he was 5 he insisted on wearing a different Converse shoe on each foot so that they never matched - sometimes with argyle socks and shorts. He wore a tie every picture day until 5th grade because he "felt like it". He’ll try anything once, and will give you his opinion on it. He can carry a conversation with just about anyone!
I so love this kid. I am so fortunate to call him my son.
Happy Birthday son, you make me a proud mama!
Sweetfully yours,
Yvette
Friday, November 5, 2010
Pumpkin Rolls for 200, please.
Posted by Tabitha
For Thanksgiving 2008 Yvette and I did our usual bake fest of 4 or 5 pumpkin rolls each. This tradition began in the year 2000 and continued until last year when I finally graduated on my own. To my credit, I was probably capable of making them before that; however Yvette and wine always made it better. Anyhow, back to 2008. I proudly took my Pumpkin Rolls home and was sure to keep one roll at home for my roommates at the time. My roommate Yesenia loved them. This love was then multiplied when her boyfriend Zack tried one. He said they were his all time favorite dessert.
Music to my inner domestic goddess ears.
Flash forward six months and Zack and Yesenia proudly announce their engagement. (ahh…Love.) Their nuptials were to take place in October 2010 and I was asked to make Pumpkin Rolls for their wedding. Now, I won’t lie-October 2010 seemed like a ways away considering we were in July 2009. On top of that, I thought it was just a fleeting thought for Yesenia and Zack. So, you can imagine my surprise when September 2010 rolled around and Yesenia asked if I was still able to make Pumpkin Rolls for her 200 guests.
Say What? 200 Guests?
Really? My Pumpkin Rolls are that good? Hmmm, flattering.
Sweetfully yours,
Tabitha
For Thanksgiving 2008 Yvette and I did our usual bake fest of 4 or 5 pumpkin rolls each. This tradition began in the year 2000 and continued until last year when I finally graduated on my own. To my credit, I was probably capable of making them before that; however Yvette and wine always made it better. Anyhow, back to 2008. I proudly took my Pumpkin Rolls home and was sure to keep one roll at home for my roommates at the time. My roommate Yesenia loved them. This love was then multiplied when her boyfriend Zack tried one. He said they were his all time favorite dessert.
Music to my inner domestic goddess ears.
Flash forward six months and Zack and Yesenia proudly announce their engagement. (ahh…Love.) Their nuptials were to take place in October 2010 and I was asked to make Pumpkin Rolls for their wedding. Now, I won’t lie-October 2010 seemed like a ways away considering we were in July 2009. On top of that, I thought it was just a fleeting thought for Yesenia and Zack. So, you can imagine my surprise when September 2010 rolled around and Yesenia asked if I was still able to make Pumpkin Rolls for her 200 guests.
Say What? 200 Guests?
Really? My Pumpkin Rolls are that good? Hmmm, flattering.
Sweetfully yours,
Tabitha
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